It was a ruby that she woreOn a chain around her neckIn the shape of a heartIn the shape of a heartIt was a time I won't forgetFor the sorrow and regretAnd the shape of a heartAnd the shape of a heartI guess I never knewWhat she was talking aboutI guess I never knewWhat she was living withoutPeople speak of love don't know what they're thinking ofWait around for the one who fits just like a gloveSpeak in terms of belief and belongingTry to fit some name to their longingThere was a hole left in the wallFrom some ancient fightAbout the size of a fistOr something thrown that had missedAnd there were other holes as wellIn the house where our nights fellFar too many to repairIn the time that we were therePeople speak of love don't know what they're thinking ofReach out to each other though the push and shoveSpeak in terms of a life and the learningTry to think of a word for the burningYou keep it upYou try so hardTo keep a life from coming apartAnd never knowWhat breaches and faults are concealedIn the shape of a heartIt was the ruby that she woreOn a stand beside the bedIn the hour before dawnWhen I knew she was goneAnd I held it in my handFor a little whileAnd dropped it into the wallLet it go, heard it fallI... I guess I never knewWhat she was talking aboutI guess I never knewWhat she was living withoutPeople speak of love don't know what they're thinking ofWait around for the one who fits just like a gloveSpeak in terms of a life and the livingTry to find the word for forgivingYou keep it upYou try so hardTo keep a life from coming apartAnd never knowThe shallows and the unseen reefsThat are there from the startIn the shape of a heart